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Chapter 17: please daddy
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2026-06-07 00:06:59
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FILTHY SINS Book 11;Mob Enforcer’s Basement Training
The Cellar The blindfold was still tight around my eyes when the heavy metal door slammed shut behind us. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel everything the damp chill of concrete under my bare feet, the faint metallic scent of rust and old blood in the air, and the terrifying presence of the man who had taken me. Silas Kane. The quiet enforcer. Everyone in the city knew his name, even if they’d never seen his face. He was the shadow that cleaned up the Family’s messes. The one who made people disappear without a trace. And now he had me. I was twenty-three. A bartender. A nobody. Until I saw something I shouldn’t have the wrong man’s face during the wrong deal. Now I was payment. Collateral. A toy for the enforcer to break in his soundproof basement. “Walk,” Silas said. His voice was low, calm, almost gentle. That made it worse. His large hand r
FILTHY SINS Chapter 45;HIS FOREVER ♾️
The grand ballroom of Azrael’s cliffside estate was alive with power. Crystal chandeliers dripped golden light over hundreds of dangerous men and their glittering companions. The air was thick with cigar smoke, expensive perfume, and the low hum of conversations that could end lives with a single word. I stood beside my husband in a backless crimson gown that clung to every curve, the slit running high enough to reveal the lace tops of my stockings with every step. Azrael’s hand rested possessively on my lower back, fingers splayed wide, thumb stroking the bare skin just above the curve of my ass. He hadn’t let me wear panties tonight. Every brush of cool air against my bare, still-sensitive pussy reminded me exactly who I belonged to. “Look at them,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and dark as velvet. “Every man in this room wants what’s mine. But none of them will ever have you.” I shivered, lea
FILTHY SINS Chapter 44;You feel that?
Azrael didn’t let me come down. The moment my body stopped shaking from the last orgasm, he flipped me onto my back with terrifying ease, his massive frame caging me against the black silk sheets. His storm-gray eyes burned into mine, dark with obsession and something deeper something that looked almost like worship wrapped in violence. “You feel that?” he rasped, voice rough as gravel, as he dragged the thick head of his cock through my cum-soaked folds. “You’re dripping for me, Seraphina. Your body already knows who it belongs to.” I whimpered, trying to close my legs, but he forced them wider with his powerful thighs, pinning me open. The stretch burned beautifully as he pushed back inside me — slow this time, deliberate, letting me feel every thick inch claiming me again. I gasped at the fullness, my walls fluttering around his girth, still sensitive and s
FILTHY SINS Chapter 43;Owned
The estate was a fortress of glass and stone perched on a private cliff overlooking the ocean. Moonlight painted everything silver as Azrael carried me from the jet straight into the master suite without a word. His arms were strong around me, his body radiating heat and raw power. I didn’t fight him anymore. Not after what he’d done to me on the plane making me watch another woman ride him while forcing me to stay wet and aching. I hated how much I needed him now. He kicked the heavy door shut and dropped me onto the massive bed like a prize. The black silk sheets felt cool against my overheated skin. I tried to crawl away, but he caught my ankle and dragged me back, flipping me onto my stomach with terrifying ease. “Enough running, Seraphina,” he growled, voice low and dark. “You’re mine now. Time to learn what that really means.” His big hand fisted m
FILTHY SINS Chapter 42; Look at you
The private jet’s cabin was a cocoon of dark luxury black leather seats that swallowed me whole, dim amber lighting that made everything feel intimate and dangerous, and the low, constant hum of the engines slicing through the night sky. Outside the windows, Edenfall’s glittering lights had vanished, leaving only endless black. I sat rigid in my seat, hands clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles ached. The silk of the forced white dress clung to my skin like a second layer of shame, the hem riding high on my thighs no matter how much I tried to pull it down. Azrael Calderón sat across from me like a king on his throne. Legs spread wide, one powerful arm draped casually over the back of his seat, he watched me with those ancient, unreadable eyes. The tattoos on his neck and hands seemed to shift in the low light symbols of old gods and older blood. He hadn’t touched me since we boarded. He didn’t need to. His mere
FILTHY SINS Book 10;Cartel King’s Trophy Wife
They sold me like a piece of livestock. I stood in the middle of my father’s lavish study, wrists bound behind my back with silk that felt far too elegant for the violence it represented. The chandelier above cast golden light across the room, but it couldn’t hide the fear in my father’s eyes or the cold calculation in the men surrounding us. My name is Seraphina Voss. Twenty-two years old. Until tonight, I thought I was just another daughter in a wealthy but crumbling family. Now I knew the truth: I was currency. “Papa, please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “You can’t do this.” My father wouldn’t meet my gaze. “It’s the only way, Sera. The Calderón cartel owns us. This marriage… it clears everything.” The heavy doors opened. He entered like the devil himself had been summoned. Azrael Calderón. The Cartel King. He was taller than I expected — easily 6’5” of lethal grace wrapped in a
FILTHY SINS Chapter 35;Lila fuck
I stumbled back to my dorm room on shaky legs, Professor Crowe’s cum still leaking down my thighs with every step. The sheer humiliation of what he’d done to me — bending me over his desk, fucking me raw, and making me thank him for it — burned through my body like fire. My
FILTHY SINS Book 8; The blackmail video
I was so fucking close I could taste it. Professor Crowe’s office smelled like old books, dark wood, and that expensive cologne he always wore — something sharp and masculine that made my stomach tighten every time I walked past him in lecture. I shouldn’t have be
FILTHY SINS Book 6;Father’s Best Friend’s Revenge
Father’s Best Friend’s Revenge Chapter 1: The Desk The study smelled of aged leather, polished wood, and the faint trace of my father’s cigar smoke that never quite left the air. I stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering against
FILTHY SINS Book 1: The inheritance ritual
Warning: ⚠️ If you’re innocent, pure, or scared of true corruption… drop this right now and save yourself. These stories will crawl under your skin, soak your panties, and ruin you for anything gentle. Now be brave… spread your legs, slip your fingers down, and let me dive deep inside you.
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